Why do I do this to myself?
Wed, Jan. 17th, 2007 12:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oyceterI went to knitting circle yesterday, though it was more "knitting line," given that only two of us showed up.
(now I am ashamed of myself for the absolutely horrible math joke that I have inflicted on everyone)
Anyway. I have finally decided to cave in and admit I am certifiably insane when it comes to anything crafty. Instead of proceeding carefully into the void, like most (sane) people, I immediately pick out the most complicated, most insane project I can possibly find. In other words, I have begun knitting the Vogue Knitting HOliday 2006 cropped lace top. In freaking laceweight mohair.
In the cold light of day, it obvious where I have gone wrong: Mohair! Lace! A pattern with six different lace patterns! In mohair!
To exacerbate matters, I actually decided this would be a great project to bring to knitting circle.
Unsurprisingly to anyone (except me), I spent all three hours knitting three rows, and then painfully unknitting four rows, all while attempting to not be rude to my poor other knitting circle compatriot, when really all I wanted to do was a) tear the mohair into six million little pieces, b) burn it, c) salt the ground its ashes resided on, d) all the while swearing like a madwoman, and e) banging my head against a table repeatedly for doing this to myself.
You laugh! But that is because you do not understand the pain that is unknitting mohair! All those nasty little fuzzy fibers twine together into impenetrable forests of fur!
Well, extremely tiny and scaled-down impenetrable forests. But still! Impenetrable!
The coffeeshop closed before I could unknit all four rows, and I ended up on the couch at midnight, half-assedly watching The Collector while glaring at my knitting and unknitting one stitch at a time (4 rows times 87 stitches per row equals 348 stitches and really it is more like 6409 because there are increases and decreases and stitches tangling together into one in a horrible matted mess!).
But I laugh in the face of the evil lavender mohair, even though I know it will only return from the dead to wrap its fuzzy tendrils around me for revenge.
Also, because I continue to be a) stupid, b) insane, or c) both, I look at my lovely four knitted rows that took approximately 5 hours to do and I pet my light-as-a-feather project and I would do it again!
Really, I never learn.
On another note, there was a rat owner at the cafe, and I tried very hard to not eavesdrop, but then I heard "rats" and "pets" and "play with them" and my knitting compatriot said my face lit up like a megawatt bulb (I may be embellishing the bulb part) and I probably babbled for much too long about my wonderful dorky flat rats and eeeeeee! Another rat owner!
(now I am ashamed of myself for the absolutely horrible math joke that I have inflicted on everyone)
Anyway. I have finally decided to cave in and admit I am certifiably insane when it comes to anything crafty. Instead of proceeding carefully into the void, like most (sane) people, I immediately pick out the most complicated, most insane project I can possibly find. In other words, I have begun knitting the Vogue Knitting HOliday 2006 cropped lace top. In freaking laceweight mohair.
In the cold light of day, it obvious where I have gone wrong: Mohair! Lace! A pattern with six different lace patterns! In mohair!
To exacerbate matters, I actually decided this would be a great project to bring to knitting circle.
Unsurprisingly to anyone (except me), I spent all three hours knitting three rows, and then painfully unknitting four rows, all while attempting to not be rude to my poor other knitting circle compatriot, when really all I wanted to do was a) tear the mohair into six million little pieces, b) burn it, c) salt the ground its ashes resided on, d) all the while swearing like a madwoman, and e) banging my head against a table repeatedly for doing this to myself.
You laugh! But that is because you do not understand the pain that is unknitting mohair! All those nasty little fuzzy fibers twine together into impenetrable forests of fur!
Well, extremely tiny and scaled-down impenetrable forests. But still! Impenetrable!
The coffeeshop closed before I could unknit all four rows, and I ended up on the couch at midnight, half-assedly watching The Collector while glaring at my knitting and unknitting one stitch at a time (4 rows times 87 stitches per row equals 348 stitches and really it is more like 6409 because there are increases and decreases and stitches tangling together into one in a horrible matted mess!).
But I laugh in the face of the evil lavender mohair, even though I know it will only return from the dead to wrap its fuzzy tendrils around me for revenge.
Also, because I continue to be a) stupid, b) insane, or c) both, I look at my lovely four knitted rows that took approximately 5 hours to do and I pet my light-as-a-feather project and I would do it again!
Really, I never learn.
On another note, there was a rat owner at the cafe, and I tried very hard to not eavesdrop, but then I heard "rats" and "pets" and "play with them" and my knitting compatriot said my face lit up like a megawatt bulb (I may be embellishing the bulb part) and I probably babbled for much too long about my wonderful dorky flat rats and eeeeeee! Another rat owner!
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Wed, Jan. 17th, 2007 09:54 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Wed, Jan. 17th, 2007 11:08 pm (UTC)I indexed (http://pegasus.cityofveils.com/test/bookslj.phtml) my past posts on the episodes (do a search on "Collector"), if you're curious about the blow-by-blow reports.
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Thu, Jan. 18th, 2007 12:22 am (UTC)Woe, I think some of your links are broken -- they go off to 404s =(.
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Thu, Jan. 18th, 2007 12:35 am (UTC)(no subject)
Thu, Jan. 18th, 2007 01:16 am (UTC)